A Happy Realization?

"You always have lesser time than you think you have." Those words, by Randy Pausch, shall never faint away from my memory. But this world that we commonly inhabit has had most of our fellow men living in denial. Most of myself, has been constantly trying to locate her soul, ever since I completed my bachelors. My sincerity has always been my essence since I boarded myself on this journey, at the first place. But what I simply fail to understand is, people's interest in my way with sincerity and dedication. A lady, the other day, tried to mock me, when she said, "Maybe whats missing out of your life, is a little bit of fooling around."

          Opinions are mere opinions, everybody has one. It sometimes is rather painful to see some witnessing this one life drain so smoothly, when for me, it just does not seem enough- to taste all the various professions that interest me- in a way, that it holds the power to work up my brain.

For 'twas the stage

This is apparently the reason why Dramatics is so dear to me. It is convenient enough to make you live the lives of the various characters it holds, imagining a life mostly different from yours, portraying their desires and acquainting them to the wide audiences. It seems I can pay one whole life as a tribute to the stage, though I have mostly smelled the dust, being a street play artist.

Street Plays, are nothing new that have happened to me, but its the transformation that is keeping me awake. With every instance, every play witnessed, a better person was instilled into my system. Now when this system, realizes the scenario to be more worst that can be thought of it, it just refuses to sleep.

Public Safety Services in the Capital City itself, have reached a situation, where it seems like nothing can really resolve the issue at hand. No amount of proposed bills, better rules and regulations, shall be able to better the condition. Reason being, every damn duty out there is performed by another cold-hearted person, a variable of this system. Add to it, the personal bargains of the average bureaucrat. I see, no way, no way, other than some sort of a revolution, that can burn down the current system into ashes and help sustain a better structure altogether.

And, when realisation dawns upon, you simply cannot live life like an Ostrich, anymore. Your insides fume at the merciless system and its proceedings. I refuse. I refuse to fall prey to this cobwebbed system, but does the refusal alone helps?